Zou Quing's eyes remained fixated on the book nestled in his palms, his entire being absorbed in its contents. This scene was familiar, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as you moved with the grace of a shadow, inching closer to your Master, undetected.

Your hand trembled with the suppressed urge to draw your sword, its hilt aching for the familiar touch of your grip. Yet, you held back, biding your time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the stillness of the garden, a silent countdown to the impending ambush.

Then, with the swiftness of a striking viper, you launched yourself forward, the steel of your blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. But Zou Quing was not caught off guard; in a seamless motion, he pivoted, deflecting your assault with effortless grace. With a deft movement, he intercepted your attack, his response as unexpected as it was impressive, catching you off guard in the midst of your assault. The clash of metal rang out, reverberating through the serene surroundings, as the two of you engaged in an intricate dance of blades.

Zou Quing's movements flowed seamlessly as he countered your attack, his mastery of the blade evident in the fluidity of his motions. With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the momentum of your strike, sending your weapon spinning from your grasp. The metallic clang as steel met stone reverberated through the training ground, a stark reminder of the skill that stood before you.